Pov: narrator
Jim, 31 years old a beautiful young (Ish) man, dark yellow grease-stained hair and bright black foggy eyes anything you could ever want in a plumber. he was sexy at word and hungry at home, something most of us can relate to but he was more than that. he was... well he was the victim. where this story starts the victim of slim Jim the 8th.
Slim Jim, 37 years old he's always been... different to say the least, the "outcast" if you will but we'll get to that soon. Slim Jim wasn't the best thing to look at, in fact many people have claimed to get horrible cases of pink eye after just lying their eyes on him for a split second; rumor says that 3 people have even died from the horrid smell of his lower eye lashes, but we'll never know what really happed. investigators could never get in talking range to slim without a risk of horrible illness
the story begins.
Jim walked in to the post office to send out a stool sample to his local doctor's office, he's been having some bowel issues lately and wanted to get his brown creamy poo checked out so his mom would stop bugging him about it. as he was handing the bag of forbidden chocolate pudding to the poor receptionist, he hears gun shots coming from the other side of the post office; fearfully he turns around to see Slim Jim and as he's doing so, everything seems to turn is slow motion as the receptionist screams to Jim warning him not to look in his eyes, but despite all the chaos to say the least it was love at first sight. they must be soulmates Jim thought, there was no possible way they couldn't be somehow, someway Jim was immune to Slim Jims stench, that wasn't possible the people screamed, as there was now a crowd of hundreds circling the love Jim's
The Jims made eye contact as they immediately knew they were made for one another. they were in love.
"Hey" Slim said as he started blushing.
"Hey-um-" Jim said, inching ever closer, eager to close the gap between them
they, getting closer to one another, blushing ever more. Jim then said the unthinkable
"no... I can't... I HAVE A WIFE AND KIDS!!!!"
"o-oh...I'm so sorry..." slim said, feeling guilt and sadness
"no... I should be the one who's sorry. I didn't mention beforehand."
*Time skips to Jim at home with his wife and kids*
"NO- TAYLOR I SWEAR THIS IS WHY I SAID WE SHOULDNT HAVE GOTTEN MARRIED. I HATE YOU SO GODDAMN MUCH"
He then retaliated on his kids by striking them both twice.
although, next door, steeve had called CPS. He was really concerned about the noise and heard the smashing of bottles and children screaming.
There was a knock at Jims front door. He swung open the door with a grudge...but then his eyes went wide...
"SLIM JIM!?!?!?!?" he said, wondering why he was here.
"Oh...it's you. Anyway, I was here because CPS was called, there have been reports of bottles breaking and children screaming"
"Oh...well, nothing to see here!"
"Sir...I can see the children crying behind you. where is your wife?"
"she's not home...sorry."
Slim then walked in, pushing aside Jim.
"Come on kids, you'll be safe with me.'' he said, consoling the children that once were abused.
Jim walked out with the kids, but planting a kiss on the Husbands cheek.
"I expected more from you, but luckily, I can change bad boys ;)"
